The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

Mu Qingqing put her thumb under the tip of her nose and smiled wickedly: "I just like men with backbone. Let's see if you guys can still get hard later?! Haha!"

Just laugh if you want to, don’t laugh in such a weird way, it’s scary!

There is no need to use cold weapons to fight these idiots, let alone hot weapons!

Mu Qingqing pushed Chunxiang to a safe place, rolled up her loose sleeves, and huddled herself inward. She spread out her right hand with her palm facing upward, and waved to the big men: "Come on, all of you come at me!"

The third and fourth people on the left looked at Mu Qingqing's manly actions and looked at each other: Did Miss Mu get the wrong script? She was supposed to be so weak that she could not even tie a chicken!

Zuo Si spread his hands: How would I know.

Zuo San held the hilt of the soft sword at his waist with his right hand, ready to rescue Mu Qingqing at any time.

I have given a pledge in front of my master that I will never let Miss Mu get hurt in any way.

Thinking of this, Zuo San stared at Mu Qingqing on the battlefield in the yard. However, it was only a short while and he only blinked three times. He still didn't see clearly how Miss Mu made her move.

I saw a lot of strong men rolling on the ground, each of them hunched over, with their hands on their crotch, cold sweat dripping down their faces, wailing loudly.

What's going on? Zuo San looked at Zuo Si inquiringly.

Zuo Si reviewed the scene with his hands and feet dancing, repeating the neat and powerful movements that Mu Qingqing had just made: Miss Mu used her bare hands to move vigorously, grabbed the opponent's arm and threw her over her shoulder, then quickly followed up with a fierce kick in the opponent's crotch.

The thugs were knocked to the ground by Miss Mu because of their speed.

The same force, the same posture, the same wound.

The battle-hardened Zuo Si's anus tightened and his legs clamped together: Miss Mu is too cruel. I must be careful in the future and not make her unhappy. Although I don't need to get married and have children in the future, my body parts should still be intact...

Zuo San looked at the men on the ground and estimated that their tools were all useless. They deserved it. Who made them think so dirty? Such despicable means!

The third and fourth left exchanged glances: they all agreed that they must hold on to Mu Qingqing's thighs in the future. The future mistress is mighty!

Mu Qingqing had a cold face and sneered at them lying on the ground: "Go ahead and have fun. If you have the guts, just keep going and keep going!"

From the past life to now, what Mu Qingqing hated most was men who used women as playthings! Such men would destroy every woman they saw without mercy!

These men have completely touched Mu Qingqing's bottom line!

He walked to the gate of the yard and kicked the coward who was pretending to be dead with his toes at an angle, and the man's weapon was destroyed without exception.

"Ah" the coward who was pretending to be dead screamed like a pig being slaughtered, it was so fucking painful!

Mu Qingqing was still smiling, but the cruelty in her eyes became sharper. She said with a smile: "Are you still pretending to be dead? Hmm~~ Do you still want to sell me out? Hmm~~ Do you still want to take turns with me? Hmm~~"

"Go away, please spare us, please spare us!" Several big men pleaded loudly to Mu Qingqing.

The woman in front of me is so scary that she can easily make people want to live or die!

These thugs who collected protection fees on South Street every day were frightened to the point of incontinence.

Damn it, that's just a stupid, rich, and spoiled girl who was powerless and let them bully her at will.

The big man hated Miss Yao who paid the money in his heart: If it weren't for her, none of his brothers would have become eunuchs.

Mu Qingqing lowered her eyes, her eyes were dark and bottomless, and she asked sternly: "Answer my questions well, and maybe I can spare your lives!"

The big man hurriedly said, "Auntie, please ask, and we will definitely answer you properly."

Mu Qingqing stared at the big man for a moment and said coldly, "Think about it and answer it carefully. You only have one chance!"

"Yes, yes, please tell me, aunt."

"Who asked you to arrest me? What's going on with this little guy on the ground?" Mu Qingqing asked, pointing at the little boy lying on the ground who had not woken up yet.

"It was Miss Yao who contacted us," the big man answered hurriedly, fearing that if he answered too slowly, he would be silenced by the Rakshasa woman in front of him.

"Which Miss Yao?" Mu Qingqing asked, thinking carefully about the name of the official with the surname Yao in Donglin Kingdom.

Before the big man could answer, the scarred man answered excitedly, "It's Miss Yao Qianqian, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue."

If we were to ask who hated Yao Qianqian the most, it would probably be the scarred man besides the big man. After all, among the men present, he was the only one with a family and a wife besides the big man. Now that he had become a eunuch, how could he have the nerve to show off in front of the women at home?

The big man nodded in agreement. He was in so much pain in his lower body that he couldn't straighten his back, but he still had to answer the questions in a nice voice.

Mu Qingqing held her chin with her hand and rubbed it back and forth for a few times, then asked the big man: "Then do you have any evidence to prove that it was Miss Yao who ordered you to do this?"

"Yes, yes!" The big man hurriedly took out two silver notes from his pocket, pointed to the seal on the silver notes and said, "This is the silver note for two hundred taels that Miss Yao gave me, saying it's a deposit. It's stamped with the seal of the Yao family of the Ministry of Revenue."

Mu Qingqing took the banknote from the big man and looked at the seal on it. "This can only mean that the banknote came from the home of Mr. Yao from the Ministry of Revenue. It cannot be pointed out that Miss Yao was the only one who did it. Do you have any other evidence?"

After Mu Qingqing finished speaking, she glanced coldly at the crotches of several people and let them figure it out themselves.

"Yes, yes!" The scarred man raised his hand again and said intermittently while enduring the pain: "When big brother met her, I secretly followed big brother. When Miss Yao gave big brother the banknote, a jade ring that represented her identity fell out of her purse."

As he spoke, he took out a green jade ring from his arms tremblingly (he had originally wanted to steal it and sell it to go to a brothel to have fun for a few days, but now it seems it is of no use), pointed to the word Qianqian on the jade ring, and showed it to Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing took the jade ring. It was warm and smooth, without any impurities. It was obviously a high-end product. Looking at the two words "Qianqian" carved on the inner wall of the jade ring, she laughed in her heart: Hahaha, God is really helping me! Yao Qianqian (Little Money), here I come!

Throwing the jade ring into her sleeve, Mu Qingqing pointed at the boy on the ground and continued to ask, "So what's going on with this little guy?"

Now more people know about it. Several men on the ground chattered, "Yesterday, this boy was begging on the street with his sister. His sister accidentally touched Miss Yao's skirt, and Miss Yao got angry and arrested his sister. Then she threatened him to trick you here today. If you don't, she will sell his sister to the lowest class brothel."

"Yes, yes, yes. The boss of the bun shop was also arranged by her. Once the people under her who were watching you saw the carriage from the Prime Minister's Mansion coming, they arranged for this kid to commit fraud."

"Yes, I also heard from that woman that no matter whether you are caught or not, this kid and his sister will be useless after today, so just kill him to avoid any problems in the future. His sister will be sold directly to Chun Man Lou."

The little boy, who had just regained consciousness, stumbled over upon hearing this, supporting himself with his arms, and yelled hysterically: "You devils! You will not live well! I have already done what you asked, and you still want to sell my sister! Ah......"

The little boy screamed, red tears streaming from the corners of his eyes. He crawled to the big man and bit his arm through his sleeve.

“It hurts, it hurts…” the big man yelled and tried hard to shake the little boy off.

I don’t know if the little boy hated the man so much, but he stared at the big man fiercely, gritting his teeth and refusing to let go.